over the rainbow… That got me a great apartment years ago. I met the owner and he said he’d already rented it but he would take me to see it. $350 per month.
It had great big windows with fold-out shutters (old school), a one bedroom with hexagonal tiled bath and galley kitchen. I loved it and the first thing I saw was a signed 8X10 of Judy Garland. I said, “Dorothy.” He asked where I worked (his dad was a head state judge, I worked as a young policy wonk for the speaker of the assembly) and I knew instantly that both he and his soon-to-be-former tenant were gay.
I got the place. He just told the other guy it was unavailable. It was wonderful to leave my place into which the wicked witch of the west had entered.
Click my heels three times and guess what? It took a long time to meet my prince but I’ve the greatest husband in the world. In addition, a year after we married we adopted Zoe (Greek for life) and we’ve been together nearly ten years. That’s Zoe. Husband and I for 12. Zoe doesn’t look anything like the flying monkeys.
If anything husband is tin man, who has the greatest heart in the world but is judicious in sharing it. Zoe the dog is Scarecrow, who could use a brain tweak now and then.
Who am I? Dorothy, of course. My aunt just sent me and I framed my husband’s favorite work of art, Dee’s crayon Wizard of Oz with a tiny Dee/Dorothy atop the Cowardly Lion. Yes, I was five. I’d send it but they’ve changed the format and I need to learn it first. BTW, I’m in love with the man who shows brains, heart and courage.
Bluebirds fly, so can I. Dee
Cooking with Dee 